25 Aug 2012

Day 10: Montverdun

Friday 27 April
I actually made a short blog post on the day about Montverdun: you may as well read it as it was!

Montverdun
This evening I am staying in an amazing old priory on a hilltop. The
Amis of this beautiful old place have opened a gite in it to welcome
pilgrims and others, and as I write this the bells of the old church
have just tolled 9pm. I can look up at the huge old beams over my head.
What a truly amazing place to sleep in: I might dream of cowled monks
roaming around!

This is my tenth day of walking and I think I have four more nights
before I arrive in Le Puy. Hardest bit has been the solitary nature of
it all- am looking forward to seeing more pilgrims after Le Puy! Today
was my first day with lots of road walking, and although it was only
20km, a distance my feet and body are now well used to, my feet were
complaining about the hard roads by the end of the day.

And now for the day's journey with some photos...

I left Pommiers fairly early so I could warm up after my cold night in the caravan.

The walking was very rural and very flat. This calf is eating salt, which I presume is supplied because of some deficiency in the soil.

There were lots of crops planted in this area, and also evidence of dairying. I passed this shed and others, and it seemed to be a very low-tech operation compared to what I am used to at home.

The mountains of the Massif Central were visible not too far away with snow on the top. No wonder there had been a few cold days.

I was quite clearly close to the Auvergne region now, with small old volcanic cones popping up in the landscape, some with castles or churches on.

Although I hadn't seen another pilgrim for several days, someone was clearly looking out for our interests, and by each of several crossings of major highways, there was a handwritten warning sign like this. The last few kilometres of the day involved road walking on departmental highways, never my favourite place to walk, and thankfully rare enough on this chemin. The tarmac was quite hard on my feet though, and I had the beginnings of my first blister by day's end.

I'd bought some fresh bread in the first village of the morning, then stopped on seats by the centuries old church in Ste-Agathe-la-Bouteresse to eat my lunch.

Before 2pm I could see the former priory where my day was to end- and I could also see that my day's worth of flat walking was about to finish as well, as I needed to climb the 'Pic'. It had a very imposing hill site.

The building I was to stay in had once housed monks. It had thick stone walls
and window frames. And lots of black granite that told a story of old
volcanoes. It was indeed rather foreboding from below, and I was told that it was for a time a very important monastery in the area

But inside, the Amis of the Pic had done a wonderful job of converting some of the building into a gite. The ninth century monks would be amazed I am sure.

I was very well looked after from the moment I arrived. A cousin of the 'responsable' for the gîte was in the office when I arrived, and she organised me with the key etc so I could have a shower. When the 'responsable' arrived, it turned out she was a retired teacher of English, so we were able to have a detailed conversation about all manner of things.

Here is the 'bedroom' in the gîte. Plenty of room, and enclosed by very thick walls. The only thing that was of concern to me was whether the ghosts of old monks might be wandering in the grounds during the night! I was the only one here in the gîte for the night, and the big thick gate was locked when the 'responsable' departed for the evening.

I'd been told that I could have 'demi-pension' and an evening meal and breakfast would be provided. I wasn't quite sure how that would work since I was the only pelerine... But it turned out they had an arrangement with a local restaurant, and a French meal, with its typical arrangement of several courses, was delivered in a special polystyrene tray. And breakfast was all organised for me in another tray. I just had to master how to turn on the gas oven safely to boil the eggs!

It was an early night. I had been looked after very kindly, but I was still a bit worried about the ghosts of past centuries who might be haunting the place.....

2 comments:

When Arlette and I traveled down to Le Puy from Paris, we did the last part by bus because they were repairing the train tracks. The bus took a road that went through the old volcano hills. I had never seen such terrain in France. There is a region near the village of Kamouraska along the "fleuve St. Laurent" in Québec that has a few similar hills but the terrain is different since it is very flat otherwise.

It must have been a very active volcanic field once upon a time- or active over a long period, to bring about so many cones. My first day out of Le Puy I stayed in a new gîte in Montbonnet that had an amazing picture window that gave a view over the landscape. The cones were magnificent, and I could have stayed there for days looking at the view!The tray was amazing- I felt like a kid opening a present when I looked inside!

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I can be a bit of a wanderer, though a homebody at present... In 2008 I walked from Le-Puy-en-Velay to Santiago. In 2012 I walked the Cluny route in France, and in 2015 I walked near Assisi for ten days. Most recently I have holidayed in Samoa, and road-tripped around the South Island.